Tuesday, March 1, 2011
In like a lion
I think I need to call someone and ask for a refund on my summer. Seems like the one I got was a dud. Now, it's the first day of March, the first day of Autumn, and wet and windy and 20 degrees. I'm not ready to pull up the exterior awnings, to close the interior doors, to put on the gas heater, to hang the clothes on racks and wait for days while they dry, to spend minutes thrashing in bed till the sheets are warm, to long for sunny, sandy beaches and clear blue water.